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I’ve never wanted to live in France more than I do after watching this weird-ass trailer for a French TV show featuring Fiona Apple, aka my supreme queen. In an upcoming episode of the series, which is called H-Man, she’ll play a superhero named Feux Verts (or “Green Lights” in English) who seems to shoot some sort of laser situations out of her eyes. French Rookies, are you familiar with this show? Is it as amazing as I imagine it is? Will you email me screenshots? MERCI BEAUCOUP!Britney

This is what a feminist looks like. Photo by Michael Linssen/Redferns, via SPIN.

Carla Ciccone’s article “Kurt Cobain Was My First Feminist Hero” hit very close to home. Kurt was also my first exposure to someone whose ideas about women not only matched mine, but were delivered in the form of great songs like “Territorial Pissings” and “Been a Son.” It’s one of the reasons I love him so much, and reading this in the same week as his birthday, February 20, is a great tribute if you do, too.

Nine Inch Nails’ Trent Reznor called the Grammy Awards a waste of time after its organizers shortened and rolled credits over his performance and performances by Queens of the Stone Age, Dave Grohl, Lindsey Buckingham, and others. On the bright side, that same SPIN article also mentions that Reznor recently discovered 40 unreleased demos from the late ’90s, so be prepared, fellow NIN fans!Hazel

I am into these MACARONI AND CHEESE bagels sold at Tompkins Square Bagels in New York City. You best believe I’m going to try them—carbs + cheese + more carbs = gooood.

One of my favorite musicians (and the writer of a li’l song called “Angel” by the Great Beyoncé), Caroline Polachek of Chairlift, is going solo for a spell. She’s using the name “Ramona Lisa,” wearing a long black wig, and producing seriously creepy, minimalist electronic tracks. The first song, “Arcadia,” just came out, and the music video is filled with cicadas. I love it.Tavi

Jimmy Fallon’s first few episodes of The Tonight Show have brought about many a viral video, my favorite so far being Kristen Wiig as Harry Styles. The best part is that you can tell she genuinely does not know anything about these strange young singing British men. I’m totally stealing her Harry catchphrase: “…Hey!”Julianne

Every year, the Women’s Media Center releases a study on the state of women in media—both those who work in it, and how women are portrayed. The Status of Women in the US Media 2014 just came out, and it confirms a lot of what we already knew: Media is overwhelmingly run by white men; a lack of women as writers and as subjects means that important non-man perspectives are reported less; last year, 81% of film reviews by “top critics” were written by men. And the percentage of women of color working in newsrooms has actually dropped over the past several years.

All of this information is pretty damning, and pretty devastating, and as a Chicana who’s been working in media as a writer and editor for something like 15 years, I see it play out firsthand every day. BUT HERE’S WHERE MY HOPE COMES IN: I fully believe that ROOKIE READERS can and will change this landscape. The only way this is going to change is if we start our own publications and/or are unafraid to challenge the status quo, and y’all are so overwhelmingly smart and full of ingenuity that I have no doubt that under your leadership, we’ll reach a point where there is more media equality, regardless of gender(s), race, creed, and all of the rest. Because I just KNOW that this grody BS is not going to be able to go on much longer.

True Detective’s closest relative is Twin Peaks, which mined similarly nocturnal depths. Both shows espouse mythologies that feel extremely personal to the creators but also eerily universal, tapping into the same brain waves as paradoxical sleep. From this subterranean level, we get an unusually lucid view of pervasive Jungian archetypes: family dynamics, virgin/whore issues, the battle between body and mind.

It’s the kind of show that makes you totally incredulous that parents ever used to say that television will rot your brain. More like BLOW YOUR MIND, AMIRITE? Finally, since True Detective is set up like American Horror Story, with a standalone plot and cast each season, Twitter had some fun this week speculating on who might be cast in #TrueDetectiveSeason2. Here’s my favorite.Anna F.

I am really excited that Lorrie Moore, the author of one of my favorite short story collections, Birds of America, has a new collection out this week. It’s called Bark, and the New York Times did a li’l profile on her. Why should you read this article? Oh, well, our own gosh-damned Emma S. basically compares Moore to STEVIE NICKS. That’s why.Anaheed

The best thing that happened this week (technically last Friday, but close enough!) was when Ellen Page showed us all the true meaning of Valentine’s Day. I defy you to watch this video, from the Human Rights Campaign’s LGBTQ youth conference, without melting! ♦

H-Man is okay, but it’s certainly on the strange side. Anyways, Man Repeller featured Kristen Wiig as Harry Styles in one of their posts. I think that the funniest part of all this is that Kristen Wiig clearly has no idea about Harry Styles!

Speaking of starting our own publications, a couple of ladies and I are doing just that—a biannual called Full Circle Journal that explores the idea of connection through art, writing and science. And we’re accepting submissions until March 1st! Check it out:

French Rookie here: thanks you for introducing me to H-Man, it looks fabulous. It hasn’t aired yet, but the actors are absolutely wonderful. I hope it lives up to its (my) high expectations. Merci beaucoup.